Background: I daygamed this girl on Wednesday (14th March) at lunchtime in the sub-zero temperatures of Lithuania. It was my 21st approach out of my 30-set four day number farm. She was tall, all in black, blonde hair, a lawyer on her extended lunch break. Sparky energy and good banter, very sarcastic and sparkly eyes.
“Labas” means “hello” in Lithuanian. She replies 30 minutes after my initial feeler with good vibes and emoticons. She uses the word “adventure” which I’ll play on in future messages. I take an hour to reply to check she’s on the hook with a playfully accusatory question “having another break?;)” Her response confirms the decent compliance level so I pull the trigger with the date request an hour later.
Notice her words “inside freedom” along with the “adventure” she mentioned before. I’ll use this theme a lot on the date. We agree on a Friday date and she seems keen, throwing me an unsolicited compliment about my profile picture (007-like in London). Note how she sends that message at 21:22 and I don’t reply until the following morning (to avoid seeming over-keen).
She throws out a shit test to my first photo ping (“Omg he loves himself”) to see if I’ll back down, so I play the Parody Chode with some sarcastic banter (“I’m a shy sweet boy”). I’m matching her use of emoticons, with the cheeky wink upping the flirtation. She jumps through another compliance hoop by sending a photo ping back – a sexy shot of her in black pointing a plastic gun on a beach.
I raise the sexual stakes with a Pulp Fiction picture, to which she replies that it’s vulgar. I don’t want to back down or apologise so I snip the thread and don’t reply for over five hours to regain the frame. She plays the princess slightly by reminding me she wants wine and no other drink.
I confirm the wine date (with another reminder of “adventure”) and some more role play as me as the sweet shy guy. She gets it and plays along. Before bed I lock down logistics of where to meet. Her pushing it back until 8pm is something I don’t mind (it’s usually a positive) and I don’t want to rock the boat. I confirm the following morning.
Her morning photo ping secures in my mind that she’s not going to flake. I subtly check this by sending a photo ping of my own at just after 4pm to see if she’s going to wobble.
She doesn’t. We meet as planned at 8pm, it’s -5°C outside, and head to a wine bar near the AirBnB apartment I’ve booked for two nights (the van is off limits with it getting down to -11°C during the night). A bottle of Rioja and the bounce back to the apartment two hours later. No real LMR other than her insisting on a condom because of a recent pregnancy scare. And a pulsing hangover this morning.
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